Wednesday, August 31, 2011
This afternoon
I cleaned the oven, did a bunch of dishes, and was just cleaning the vase for our beta fish Mott. Mott was residing happily in my big glass pitcher during this process. Maggie came out from her room, where she was "napping," to let me know it was time for her to get up and that her underwear was wet. She showed me into her room, where she had dumped out the Duplo wagon and peed in it. While I was checking all the legos to be sure they were dry, she wandered out of the room and shortly after I heard a big crash. I didn't react, since crashes are at least a daily occurrence here, but paused in my lego inspection when Maggie came running in, screaming and crying hysterically that she didn't want Mott to get her. This gave me reason to head to the kitchen, where the floor was covered in water and Mott was flopping on the floor, apparently in a very threatening way. We managed to save him, but my favorite pitcher is no more and I may have a permanent puddle of water under my dishwasher. Now I'm off to disinfect a Duplo wagon.
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Oh Catherine. I have to say it makes me sort of happy to know that other people have afternoons like this too.
I am waiting for the fallout of a crisis situation we had recently. We were at one of the lakes in Minneapolis where there's a walking trail but no bathrooms. I promised Pacey we'd find the nearest one but he couldn't wait. I had our sand bucket in the trunk so I just emptied it out and had him sit on it to pee. He thought it was awfully fun so I keep expecting him to pee in other receptacles at home (so far so good).
At least we'll have good stories for them when they're older.
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